We heard the fire whistles down the street, which is not unusual for our neighborhood; but the sound indicted that they were stopping close by. That day we happened to have Grand Babies 1, 2 & 3 at the house and so, not one to miss an opportunity for adventure, I said to them, "Let's go check it out!" So all four of us headed down the road barefooted and looking for a fire.
There was no fire, just a dump-truck who's brakes had heated up and started smoking. We sat and observed the fire fighters hose it down while the driver stood and watched. There was only about five minutes of smoke & steam & water spray and then it was all over so back to the house we went.
I know they enjoyed seeing the firetruck & the guys spraying down the truck, but what surprised me was how much they enjoyed walking down the sidewalk in their bare feet! I suppose I'm a bad influence but it you've got to go bare-footin' every once in a while. Bare foot experiences can be memorable ones, just ask Moses & Joshua.
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